She woke up feeling cold, shivering and opening her eyes. The time was Lost on her as she looked out her window. She hurried to it, looking at the dimly lit white scenery. Snow..! It had been so long since she had seen snow. She breathed on the glass pane softly, a smile growing on her face. It was still early, but she couldn't sleep now. Quickly, she put on some warm clothes and ran out.
The crunch of snow under her boots jolted her cuore and she could feel the excitement rush through her body. She ran around, dancing around the snow till she fell into it, panting softly. Joy bubbled through her and she laughed happily. She heard soft crunching and looked to see a little cat not to far. She got up and slowly moved toward it. It hissed at first, but after some coaxing, it snuggled into her arms, seeking the warmth.
“Hello little kitty. Are te all alone too?”
It purred as she scratched it's head.
“You can stay with me.”
She took it in her arms and smiled, walking home. It's gray striped pelliccia was soft and clear, bright blue eyes looked up at her.
“Shall I call te Guinevere?”
It only moved closer to her and she smiled again.
“Gwen for short.”
It mewed softly and she opened the door to her little home. Batman had been against it at first, but Joan refused to unisciti unless she could have spazio to herself. She shut the door with her foot and headed into the kitchen. She put a kettle on the stove and moved to build a fire. Gwen curled up on the small couch, enjoying the warmth of her new home. Joan smiled and moved back to the cucina to finish up. She made a cup of hot cacao for herself and heated some latte for Gwen.
The sun was slowly rising still, but she sat and gazed at the fuoco while Gwen finished her drink and cuddled up to her. It had been so long since she had seen the snow and even the short time in it had lifted her spirits. Everyone had been talking about holidays, but she herself had felt Lost with no where to go. Now she felt warmer inside, hope spreading through her. There was a reason she was here and if she was here, she'd make the very best of it. After a few più snow days.